Molly's Fics Cause she Refuses to Read Them on Ao3

Day 2 - Scenting

Chuuya let out a quiet, pained whimper as Dazai carefully laid him onto their sofa. The Omega was still a little out of it, reeling from being attacked and caught off guard. There was a lot of blood, but his wounds weren't too serious, thankfully. At least, not serious enough that he needed a hospital immediately.

Dazai was clearly thoroughly pissed off, his anger was rolling off him in waves, and the distressed Omega could feel it. But he could also feel the worry for him, and knew the anger wasn't directed at him.

Chuuya opened his mouth to protest as Dazai left the room, before seeming to realise that he had to get a first aid kit, and some water and towels to clean him up. Right. He couldn't stay in these clothes, and he needed his wounds tending.

If he was in any lucid state, he'd tell his Alpha off for putting him on their brand new sofa and getting it stained with blood. It was cream, although leather wasn't too bad to clean, he just hoped it didn't stain before he got to clean it.

Dazai dragged a bowl of warm water into the living room along with some old towels. He almost dropped the first aid kit with how much his hands were trembling, and he let out a curse. But when he felt a hand touch his wrist, he glanced up, eyes softening at the sight of Chuuya trying to reassure him despite how much pain he was clearly in.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, the Alpha dropped to his knees beside his Mate, carefully peeling away blood stained clothes. He used a pair of scissors to cut them off rather than risk moving Chuuya too much and hurting him further. It wasn't as if the clothes could be saved, even if he did manage a small smile at the ginger's light protest.

Pressing a kiss to the side of the Omega's head, Dazai murmured a soft reassurance, before using a washcloth to start gently cleaning off the blood from those wounds. The more he cleaned, the more he relaxed, realising the blood made it look worse than it was. It made it much easier to patch him up, making sure the bandages weren't too tight, before continuing to clean the blood off the rest of his chibi.

Overall, it took him the best part of two hours, because he decided to wash Chuuya's hair as best he could in that position, rubbing out the blood there before it dried too much. He did _not_ want to bathe him later and have him grumble at him for pulling his hair because it had dried.

Something was still... off, though. Chuuya's scent had been subtly changing, and it was only now he really took notice. They'd both been working, after all, and were often too tired at night to do much more than eat and then settle into bed for the night.

Frowning, Dazai took a moment to focus, trying to work it out, before it suddenly clicked.

Chuuya hadn't been that well lately; nauseous, morning sickness, a little more tired than normal and anxious. Now it made sense.

"...The fuck you smiling at, idiot?"

Dazai snorted at the grumble, merely leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to Chuuya's lower abdomen. Humming against the pale skin, he took a few moments to consider how to word this.

"Hey, Chibi... I think we're having a baby."

Chuuya fell silent, breath catching slightly. Wait, what? His brows knit together in slight confusion, wondering how the fuck when they'd been so care-

Oh.

His last heat. They hadn't used protection during it, and he'd forgotten all about it with his hectic work schedule lately. Well shit.

He didn't realise just how long he'd been silent for until he felt Dazai's lips softly brushing against his own, and along his jawline, fingers caressing his scent glands on his neck.

"Chibi?"

Oh, he sounded so concerned, and it made Chuuya's lower lip tremble faintly until he bit down on it to try and stop it.

"...Can I really be a mom?"

It came out barely a whisper, anxiety lacing through his timid hope. He wanted it, more than anything, but he'd been so afraid of letting it happen, terrified of fucking up and being a bad mother. Dazai would be such an amazing father and he was so afraid of letting him down.

The Alpha let out a soft sigh, smiling as he shifted them carefully, pulling Chuuya into his arms and starting to nuzzle into the ginger's neck, gently scenting him to calm him down. He'd figured this out pretty early in their relationship that the best way to calm his Mate down was to scent him like this, although it often... had another effect, too.

Chuuya shivered, the silent answer enough to reassure him. Dazai was never one for many words like this; he let his actions speak for him, and the Omega appreciated it more than anything.

However, the more Dazai nuzzled and kissed his neck, the more he felt his body reacting, and he let out a quiet whine.

"D-Dazai... bed. Not here."

No way in hell did Chuuya ever allow sex on their sofa. Over the table, sure, kitchen counter? Why not. But their sofa? Not a chance. Even if it was likely already blood stained, he still wasn't about to allow that.

Dazai knew better than to argue that point. The last time he tried, he got no sex for a whole two weeks. It drove the point home and he never tried asking again.

So he chuckled, carefully lifting Chuuya into his arms as he slid off the couch. Mindful of his injuries, he carried him into the bedroom, setting him down on top of their cotton bedsheets. Seeing how the ginger relaxed at that, Dazai smiled and leaned down, kissing his forehead tenderly and brushing his wrist against those neck glands again.

"I'm not making love to you whilst you're injured," Dazai murmured, nuzzling gently at Chuuya's cheek.

No, it was too risky, and although the wounds weren't serious, he was still not entirely in his right mind. Dazai refused to take advantage of that, even if the ginger was saying he wanted it.

Chuuya let out a quiet huff, opening his mouth to protest, until he felt skilled fingers slide under the waistband of his boxer shorts. He shuddered, breath hitching as those calloused fingers wrapped around him, hips twitching up into that grip.

Well... this was definitely better than nothing. A soft moan left him, head tilting to the side as those lips returned to his neck, scenting him once again as he stroked his cock. The rhythm was slow, but the grip was firm, thumb tracing over the head on each upward stroke, and squeezing just enough at the base as he went down.

The Omega knew he wouldn't last long, even at this slow pace, and he panted softly as he rolled his hips up to match those hand movements. His legs still parted instinctively, and he whimpered 'Osamu' over and over, feeling that heat coiling tight in his gut.

Tangling his fingers into the Alpha's hair, he tugged him up and into a desperate, messy kiss. With that, it only took a few more strokes before he was tensing and bucking up into Dazai's hand, keening as he came, spilling over his hand and inside of his boxers. His back arched, limbs trembling as he rode out his orgasm.

It wasn't as intense as usual, but Gods was it satisfying. He lay there panting, trying to catch his breath as Dazai pressed their foreheads together, reaching to grab a tissue and wiping off his hand before throwing it somewhere across the floor. It could be cleaned properly later.

"Better?"

Chuuya could only nod slightly, curling himself into Dazai's arms and pressing his face into the Alpha's neck. He tangled their legs together, trying to press as close as he could, which only made the brunette chuckle softly and wrap him up in his arms. This was definitely nice, and the anger from earlier had all but dissipated.

Of course he was still angry that someone had hurt his Mate, but it had simmered down for now, pushed aside by contentment and relief that Chuuya was clearly going to be okay. But there was also excitement; they were going to be parents, and Dazai couldn't be happier. Although that would now mean a rather over protective Alpha, something he knew Chuuya would grumble about, but it was worth it if it meant he was safe.

After all, it wasn't just about them anymore. They had a tiny life to protect, and he'd be damned if anyone was going to attempt to ruin that for them.